The Man in the fadora pointed at his friend. "Hey! You can't complain abouthaving to drag me across the border. Your the one who shot me in the foot. You had to wave your gun around saying "Look at me. I have a Russian machine gun." and then then next thing you know you shot me. We could have gotten out of thert just fine and we could have saved alot of money on car inssurance, but nnnooo. You had to try and start another war."